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Thank God for Rain
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By Michael P. Johnson
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Thank God for Rain

 

From all life’s storms we seek the shade

We shrink away from pain

While constant sun, are deserts made

Thank God for precious rain

 

Without His rain to make it grow

Our land could yield no crop

Yet still we shun the storms below

And seek the mountaintop

 

Up there we laugh, we dance with smiles

In joy we sing our song

Yet in the deep amongst life’s trials

We don’t feel quite as strong

 

But this is where true strength is found

When man feels weak and low

It’s there we tread on holy ground

It’s there in Christ we grow

 

If Godly joy, is strength to all

Is weakness; then a sin?

Does sorrow bring about one’s fall?

Does Satan’s reign begin?

 

Too many see in sadness, shame

When someone’s life seems down

Yet don’t be quick in Jesus’ name

To judge another’s frown

 

Help others climb God’s holy hill

His love to reap and share

Not only is it Heaven’s will

But shows how much we care

 

Down valleys deep, up mountains high

Better we understand

It may be you, my friend or I

Who next may need a hand…..

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Submitted: Saturday, November 3, 2012

Last Updated: Saturday, November 3, 2012

About the Poet
I never wrote a word of poetry in my life. Till the day Jesus took my hand and touched my soul.....I invite your response. However most poems are not about me! Very few are. But the feed-back good, bad or indifferent is always desired. Not meant to offend, but I write about many things in many a guise. Of life, death, lost, found, saved, backsliders, new comers, repenting souls, doubting hearts, heathens, Christians, fire, water, Satan's daughter, wallowing in sin, saved, made sound walking in Light, graceful righteous. Suffering, ecstatic, bored, excited, sad, delighted, Sick, well, lame, able, living, dying, etc. etc. etc. Writing about anything, everything and everyone as the spirit leads. All meant to reveal, waken, revive, encourage, shame, help. Gladden, pick up, exalt, portrait, liberate. Again over 99% of my work is not about me. Although at times I write as though I were or am. Speaking e.g. in the first person. This is quite common even in the bible itself. Prophets speak of themselves, then God speaks, again the prophet, then God......Quite often it's difficult to distinguish whom it is that at any given time is speaking or narrating.

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